Succubus Hot Novels & Stories

The dim light contrasted against him, making him look nothing less than a demon of lust, and my core cried desperately for the demon I should not want. He was thinking of another woman and I was too twisted to acknowledge it. I should have shoved him then but...bloody hell he was a succubus My chest heaved trying to catch up with what was happening. He didn't give me the chance to think. His lips were soon on me again, buried in my neck, kissing and nibbling down to the cleavage of my nightie. I was beyond turned on by this point it felt like I was the drunk one. He parted my legs with a simple movement and soon his crotch was pressed against my wet folds. My nightie had risen to my waist

“Why hasn’t Sir Carl come out yet? What is he doing inside? “ “He’s coming out, so hurry and eat,” said Tyler. Kyra turned to Tyler. “How did you know?” “Instinct,” Tyler said, smiling. They waited a few more minutes when Carl came out of the bar with his companions. It was two men and a woman. “Do you think those three are also incubus?” Kyra asked. Kyra put her trash in the paper bag and then drank the water. “They are. The woman with them is a succubus.” Tyler said seriously.

While Lila continued sucking him eagerly, he slowly pushed it inside her dripping pussy. The low vibrations started immediately, making her moan loudly around his cock. The stimulation made her tremble even more, her pussy clenching around the toy as she sucked him harder, spit running down his shaft. “You’re dripping everywhere,” Kai said, voice rough with lust. “So fucking wet for me already.” Lila whimpered around his cock, the vibrations pushing her closer again while she gagged and sucked him messily. She was determined, taking him as deep as she could, her eyes watering but full of hunger.

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.

The cool cedar fragrance turned ferociously aggressive. He clung to me like a drowning man to a lifeline, refusing to let me pull away by even an inch. I could feel the hunger and greed in his blood, thrashing against its restraints. His ice-cold fingers dug into my shoulder, too hard, leaving bruises. My phone flashed from the seat crack. I caught a new reply: "Oh right — heads up: male incubi in a state of intoxication or injury become EXTREMELY intense. They may lose all rational control. Enjoy."

I actually found it quite adorable. "Look," I said gently. "Your little tail won't let go of me." To prove the point, I gave it a soft stroke. "And the heart-shaped tip is perfectly formed. Look how it sways—so lively." Austin looked composed on the surface, but on the inside, he'd short-circuited. 'Ahhh, who's the real succubus here?! Honey, stop seducing me! …Vision blurring… consciousness fading…' … Who would've thought a top-tier incubus could be this pure and easily flustered?

In the quiet town of Ravenswood, nestled within a dense forest, a young woman named Isabella found herself captivated by the haunting beauty of the moonlit nights. It was during these bewitching hours that a mysterious presence would emerge—a seductive incubus named Damien. Invisible to mortal eyes, Damien moved through the shadows, his dark and alluring aura drawing him towards Isabella. He was enticed by her delicate features, the way her hair cascaded like ebony silk and her eyes sparkled with an untamed fire.

Then he stepped back just a little and his face was unreadable. “Okay,” he said. “Liliane.” But my body betrayed me and I swayed toward him and I hated how empty I felt the moment his body wasn’t on mine. “Why torture yourself?” he asked. “You’ve turned all your hate into lust. You gave the permission. You begged for it.” He stood tall and he was still fully changed. Beautiful and dangerous. An incubus and a witch scholar. Forbidden to be in every sense. “A witch and an incubus,” I said. “It’s not supposed to happen.”

So hot… And so fucking bad, as they twirl in my cunt, finding treasures I never knew I had, digging so hard that I can't handle the pleasure thrills. “Ahhhz…” I moan too loudly and sigh. My eyes are filled with intense emotions. Forbidden ones meant to consume me. Sera squints, studying me so keenly. But I don't care anymore, I refuse to burn alone. It's hard to keep still when the hottest boys on campus are ravaging your cunt! Fucking mean, Adrian’s hand pulls out, but not in surrender as he grabs my clit and squashes life out of the bud. “Fuck!!!” I jerk forward, bumping into the table again, so reckless that everything flies in the air.

I am a succubus, and during my heat cycle, I must have sex with a partner to survive. After rescuing a serpentfolk man, a species renowned in the beast-kin world for possessing the most potent sexual prowess of all, I used the favor to make him help me through my heat. And just as I was clinging to him again, begging him to take care of my needs, a stream of scrolling comments flashed before my eyes: [The villainess doesn't even realize she's been hate-sexed this whole time! The male lead despises her for defiling his body!]